This is a song about "Its sunday"

Cause some of you bitches funny

Its inhumanity,

104, that mlk, know i gotta be landover out the way

If i bomb on saturday you know she flea by sunday

No car key and i mean that

Its full bad,its just sad

I'm in the middle of a bad bitch sandwich, yea

Trust me, i attend the local church every sunday,

I spend it make it right back on a monday

Rhyming in my spare time, resting on a sunday,

Its for certain that its curtains

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

'n' they don’t photograph, nah they don't sex like you

I know its hidden but its no ....taboo

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Slowing its exponentially